Writing Prompt Wednesday – Balloon Fiesta


(c) Sonya, 2015
(c) Sonya, 2015

Want to tell us what’s it like to ride in a balloon? Does the photo inspire you to write a different story?

Please pingback to this post or leave a comment with a link to your response – I’d like to see what you did with the prompt.

Happy Writing!


Writing Prompt Wednesday – Bridge

the world's most famous bascule bridge, (c) Sonya 2011
the world’s most famous bascule bridge, (c) Sonya 2011

Look at the photo and tell us what you see. Use the writing prompt in any way that will fit in with your blog. Please pingback to this post or leave a comment with a link to your response – I’d like to see what you did with the prompt. Happy Writing!

This Confused Blog of Mine: An Intro of Sorts

When I started this blog, I thought it would be useful to run it alongside my main blog, Only 100 Words. I wanted to use this blog for longer stories and writing about writing.

But I’ve since discovered that people love 100-word serials – the two serialised stories on Only 100 Words are among the most popular things I’ve written. And I don’t want to be another writer writing about writing – there’s plenty of those around who do it much better than I could. So my initial reason for having this blog has gone.

What is still there is the need for a place to post anything that isn’t a 100-word story: my 3LineThursday micro fiction, writing prompts, calls for submissions – hell, maybe even the odd post about writing.

And there’s this idea I’ve been toying with for a while, a monthly or maybe even weekly round-up of the best stories I’ve read in whatever period I settle on. This weekend, Lisa of Zen and Pi and Lynn of Word Shamble linked to stories of mine. Is there anything better than have someone else recommend something you’ve written? I read lots of flash fiction every week – maybe it’s time I shared my favourites.

Show of hands: Who’s interested in a curated flash fiction reading list?



(part one)

She’s such a glitchy bitch and I’ve nobody to blame but me, myself ’n’ I. I have to get the connections right but the problem when one has created the girl of one’s dreams is that one gets distracted. The latest setback is due to my mind straying because my eyes have lingered on the perfect curve of her left boob and one thing leads to another and one shouldn’t solder with one hand in one’s pants.

One step forward, two steps back. I live in anticipation, but I’ll iron out the glitches soon enough. Then my hands’ll be free.


(part two)

Boy Genius will never iron out the glitches. Twat Savant – that’s what he should have stipulated she call him: smart enough to have created her, too far up his own backside to identify why she won’t work as planned.

‘You’re perfect,’ he keeps telling her. ‘Beautiful, grateful for my attention, obeying my every wish.’ She always nods. Boy Genius’ wouldn’t believe he made a mistake bringing her to life.

She hates the smell of solder. Boy Genius is screwing her back on again.

‘Let’s see if this’ll do it.’

She meets his kissy face with the still hot soldering iron.


(part three)

DCI Shannon Malone is listening to the recording of the call again. It came from the victim’s phone, they found only the victim’s prints on it. The prints in the entire bloody workshop belong to the victim.

The voice gives Malone the creeps. It’s inhuman – like those robots they make you talk to when you call a helpline.

Jim from Forensics interrupts her.

‘You have the results?’

The handwriting on the note – Messed with the wrong girl… – found next to the mutilated body is their best hope.

‘It’s the victims, Shan.’

Their only clue: The perp seems to be female.

‘Sweet FA, that’s all we have. Tell me, Jim. Am I going to solve this?’

Jim looks at the almost empty whiteboard for so long Malone thinks he won’t answer.

‘No. It’s the perfect crime.’